A Pilot’s Journey Through Slow Sand and Flight

In the quiet weight of being stuck, all roads begin to open.

When reality fails you, look to your dream last for answers. At least you will be entertained.

Not all prayers are spoken. Some are lived.

Dance, like laughter, needs no translation.

Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, ‘I will try again tomorrow.’

I want to be improbable and beautiful and afraid of nothing as if I had wings.

Man, the things that come to us in the middle of the night.

Beachside – Cape Coast, 2010

Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.

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